flvffs asked: BUT THEYRE NOT EVEN REALLY HAIRY THEY JUST have like soft spiky things
and PEACHES you keep adding to this list of perfectly palatable foods peaches taste perfect with cream
Peaches have FUZZ and that is just…no. I can appreciate that peaches even taste pretty good, I can admit that, I just CAN’T DO FUZZY FRUIT. AND RAMBUTANS ARE SCARY, I STAND BY THIS.
Anonymous asked: 8,17,44 and 96 pls
Oh, yay! From this ask meme!
8: How often do you listen to music?
CONSTANTLY. I hate silence, I desperately hate silence, if there isn’t music playing then I’m probably humming, or singing, or talking, or muttering.
17: When was the last time you cried?
Let’s see…about a month ago. It had been a long day and I’d had a long shift and a creepy dude sat outside my workplace for over two hours staring inside at me and the two girls working with me until we had to call the cops, I have a long and nasty history with creepy dudes who think they have rights to stuff they do not at all have rights to, and that night after I’d managed to get to bed and come down off the adrenaline I cried. For me it was bursting into hysterical sobs, but for anyone else I think it would have looked like…mildly distressed sniffling. When I cry, it tends to be extremely quiet with very little in the tears department. My roommate says I cry like a movie star and that it’s not fair and honestly I don’t know what either of those things mean.
44: What’s the best part about school?
Having stuff to DO, Jesus Christ, I hate sitting around. Also I shamelessly enjoy feeling like I’m smarter than other people, largely because it’s very rare that I feel like I’m better at anything than anyone, so that’s nice too. (Insert that one part of Non-Stop here)
96: Don’t lie to me, was the last person you texted attractive?
Uh…the last person I texted, like proper texting, was my mom, soooo? I mean, yes, my mom is beautiful. But yeah. And the last person I texted for a more generous definition of texting was @twistedangelsays and while she is both STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL and TOTALLY BRILLIANT, not to mention being my very favorite conductor of light, I am not now and nor have I ever been into her. Our mutual lack of interest in dating each other is a great complaint of ours, our lives would be MUCH easier if we could just fall in love/lust and get married and never have to deal with dating anymore.
flvffs asked: BOTH RAMBUTANS AND AVOCADOES ARE BRILLIANT FRUITS AND THEY DONT DESERVE YOUR HATRED
i just to eat some avocado out of PURE SPITE
Okay, I G E T that avocados are some kind of a superfood and I just…like…canNOT get past how mushy they are, if you can more power to you. BUT RAMBUTANS HAVE HAIR??? I CANNOT. I DO NOT DO HAIRY FRUITS. LIKE. I DON’T EVEN LIKE PEACHES. EVEN ONCE THEY’VE BEEN PEELED. FRUIT SHOULD NOT HAVE HAIR, HAIR SHOULD BE AN ANIMAL-EXCLUSIVE OCCURRENCE.
Look at this
WHAT FRESH HELL IS THAT????
flvffs asked: mangoes are fantastic and i will fight you
Mangoes have a weird-ass flavor and texture, and FURTHERMORE, they’re like 93.56% pit and therefore a huge pain in the ass. In the hierarchy of fruit they rank slightly above fruit with hair and avocados, ie not in the edible range.
Anonymous asked: A little birdie told me you were taking prompts again AND learning a lot about the Rev War. Hamilton/Laurens reincarnation fic?
All right, I’m HOPING that the birdie in question was the tags on this post: so if you wanted hamilton fic now would be EXACTLY the time to request it i was considering doing one of those ongoing tumblr au things where people could ask for specific scenes because i want to write a reincarnation au for hamilton (probably one of those universes where reincarnation is a little peculiar but not out of the ordinary) and i also wanted to write a college au and i figured i could do both at once but also i don’t know if anyone would be interested in that. Regardless, that is WHAT YOU ARE GETTING. The way this is basically going to work is that if there’s a scene you particularly want to see or a character you particularly want to have me include, just send me an ask and I’ll write more, I guess. Because this is something I very much want to write, and it’s also something I very much don’t have the time/motivation to do on my own. So y’all can do me a solid by sending requests.
Circumstances tend to be the same, in each lifetime—relationships between parents, number of siblings, sometimes even place of birth. No one’s sure why. A pretty woman fallen from lofty social status, a wandered-off man, an older brother. If that’s the lot you drew at your first birth, it’s likely to be the one you land the second-third-fourth time around.
The illness hits Christiansted earlier, this time. Andre Westen is seven, his brother and father already gone. Last time, his mother got the worst of it—this time, it’s Andre who’s shaking and sick for two weeks, his gaunt and recovering mother clinging to his hand. He lives, though, and when he opens his eyes after the fever breaks, the first thing out of his mouth is, “I’m going to need to change my name.” There are conditions in place, laws and qualifiers that allow people to claim their past selves if they prefer and can prove it. And Andre does prefer, and can prove it. He’s young for such a powerful revelation—he can recite the names of teachers and colleagues, list details down to the minute, and with so little under his belt of this life, that one seems just as immediate—and it unnerves people to hear him wander from speaking like a child to speaking like a grown man when he’s distracted, but they give him his name.
flvffs asked: please, tell us more about your horsemen of the apocalypse.
*maniacal laughter*
You have made a BAD MISTAKE, my buddy, my guy, because now here are 1600 words about this novel. More stuff is here in the tag.
Right, so, remember how I write novels when I’m pissed off about stuff? Like…I got pissed off about the lack of happy F/F ships with superpowers and wrote a novel about that. And I was pissed off about misuse of all-powerful sorcerers (Merlin, I am cranky about the show Merlin), and I wrote a novel about that. And I was pissed off about use of psychic powers and Antichrists and Apocalypses (*glowers at SPN*) and I wrote Falls the Shadow, this novel. Kind of by accident. Like. I meant to write a fifteen, maybe twenty, page thing playing with the idea of a character who had visions of the Apocalypse. Smash cut to eighteen months and 250K words later…
So yeah. The basic premise of this novel is that Sam Lightworth and her older brother Oz have been the best hunters in the country since they were kids, until it came to light during a hunt when she was fifteen that Sam has precognitive dreams. Since most hunters don’t really have a concept of grey areas (such as a human girl with visions of the future) Oz takes the logical solution of getting his baby sister the fuck out of the life before someone can kill her. Cut forward a year and a half, Sam’s been in hiding at a boarding school and, for the first time in her life, she has something like a normal life, with a normal friend (Kit), and normal demands on her life. She hates it. When her brother turns up, bloody and battered and bearing news of their dad’s death, it’s the best thing that’s happened to her all year. So she and Oz leave, with Kit in tow. They also pick up Michael, an old…friend who met Sam exactly once when they were both kids. She broke his arm and he cracked four of her ribs. Naturally that…happens. The majority of the plot rotates around Sam, Michael, Oz, and Kit learning about their places as the Four Horsemen.
lathori asked: Babe. THE smut fic. You know the one. E x R, what we've been talking about. /Please/ write it? /Please/ <3 E
Aaaaand here we go with the smut. I don’t write smut much, mostly just on request. So I dunno how this came out. But it’s definitely smut. NSFW. Possibly NSF-Anywhere. Also it like…cold opens to sex, so. There is no plot here.
Grantaire tugged at the long ends of the cord, tightening the coil winding about the outside. It scraped along the taut length stretching to the headboard, a faint but audible sound, and he glanced down.
“Too tight?” he asked quietly, letting his fingers trail down to slip into the gap between Enjolras’ wrist and the five loops of white cotton binding him to the bed. He could still fit two fingers comfortably beside Enjolras’ delicate wrist, and the touch made Enjolras’ eyes flicker open. The usually bright honey color was a little hazy, distracted. “Mon ange,” Grantaire prompted.
“You’re fine,” Enjolras said, blinking until his gaze was clearer. Grantaire nodded and finished tucking the loose ends away until the knot was secure. He ducked, pressed a kiss to the long, deft fingers, and saw Enjolras close his eyes again.
Anonymous asked: Prompt: les amis princess protection program au
*Aaron Burr voice* Sure! So it took me a long-ass time to write this because I saw PPP like once, like ten years ago, and I just now had the time to google it and brush up. As payment for the delay, it’s SEVEN PAGES. Also I wrote this at two in the morning and I haven’t looked over it since, so… I wandered off from the movie plot. Sorry.
Anonymous asked: YAY UPDATES!!!! I am so excited. I was wondering the other day if you were going to update soon and I can say I am not disappointed. I love it when R gets on Es nerves. A+ for you.❤❤❤
Oh, sweetie, I’m so glad I didn’t disappoint! Thank you so much for sticking with me through the TOTALLY EXCESSIVE delay. *hugs* You’re too nice to me!
sroloc--elbisivni asked: WE CAN ALL AGREE ON LANCE AND KEITH also have you seen the galra!keith theories yet
GLAD TO HEAR IT.
And yes I have, and on the one hand I’m not sure if I think the people making the show have that level of forethought going on here (look, I am very skeptical of TV producers, I just am), but on the other I would be ALL THE FUCK OVER THAT. Like. It would combine all my favorite tropes, especially if Kieth doesn’t know he’s Galra at the time of the first season. Weird messed up identity issues! ‘He’s our friend but he’s the enemy’ issues! ‘Oh wow what if I start to turn purple’ issues!
I am Here For It, is the point here. And if that happens I expect some Pain. It would be glorious.
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